The weekend’s almost over and I feel like it’s still Friday night. Fairly interesting weekend we had here in Cali. Friday night was Poker Night and Saturday night was Modern Dance Night. I dub Sunday The Day For Rest at this point, because I didn’t wake the fuck up until damn near 2pm. It’s 4 now and I am realizing that the last vestiges of the my days off are slipping through my grasp. I still have to clean the office, the bedroom, and the kitchen. It ain’t gonna get done today I think.
Friday night we blasted over to Bay 101 to get some poker action, then our plan was to go out in San Jose since we would be down there. We didn’t plan on the line to get on a table to be somewhere near 70 people long; usually it’s about five. We shrugged and drove over to Garden City casino. We got a seat right away and played from 8 until 10:30. I was up to around $180 from $100 but soon fell to around $60. That was fine. We headed downtown and went to Mission Ale House. Good times. Then over to Cinnabar where Scientist encouraged everyone to call him gay. Odd. At around 1:30 or 2 we decided to head back over to Bay to play some more poker. Alas, it was still busy as hell. So we decided to go to the backup plan again: Garden City. That was where disaster struck. After playing fairly conservative for around an hour or two, I caught KK and got beat, my next hand was 88, the next hand was QQ, and the hand after that was AA. I went from $100 in front of me to $6 in four hands. I won’t go into the details because only wwhazz, madd, and GMC would care (and madd and gmc were there after all), but whatever, I had my reasons. I went home angry that evening and raised the cops parked the street over all-in on my red light run. They folded.
Saturday I wanted to play some golf but the line at the course was a bit too long. I hit a bucket of balls and decided that was enough. GMC, Scientist, and I went over to Safeway to do some grocery shopping and after that I didn’t have much time to cook dinner for me and Rock Chalk and then get ready to go to the dance show with Judd. His girlfriend was in most of the pieces, and me and 4nyay agreed to come. The show wasn’t that bad. It mixed classical, jazz, and some hip-hop dance numbers together. I got some culture for the first time in awhile. After it was finished we headed to downtown San Jose for some more fun at Trials Pub, the first bar in San Jose that has thoroughly impressed me with it’s atmosphere. It was a great english pub style joint. I would definitely go there again.
Home again, home again, jiggedy jog. Me and Casperson delighted ourselves to reruns of Charlie Murphy’s True Hollywood Stories until I passed out. Two PMs later, I’m typing at this computer and trying to figure out which soul-crushing housework job I’m going to do next. Wish me luck, dawg.